Its only indigestion anyway, he thinks, However, while feeding his reindeer He feels an enormous fist Grabbing his jolly heart, That won’t stop squeezing.

He can’t breathe, His beautiful white world he loves melts to black. He drops his jelly belly in the snow. I flee, wailing from the toy factory, Elves all hold little hands, Rudolph’s nose blinks like a sad ambulance.

There is no more Christmas My beloved Santa Claus is dead.

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